Han Peng shouted loudly.

The huge body suddenly stopped, and he turned his back to Han Peng and said, "Do you have anything to do?"

Han Peng said loudly: "On behalf of the Ming Dynasty, please go to the headquarters of the Nirvana of the Ming Dynasty."

"The Nirvana of Great Ming?"

Anubis, the god of death, was a little confused and did not know what the person who was Nirvana of the Great Ming Dynasty was.

In his time, there was no so-called Nirvana here.

But perhaps it was in his era that those powerful forces changed their original names.

Han Peng explained: "This is the official team of extraordinary people in the Ming Dynasty."

Anubis, the god of death, shook his head and said, "The alien is not enough to invite me. Only the gods have the qualifications. If you really want to invite me, let your gods come!"

After the words came, the figure completely disappeared into the distance.

………

In the pure white room, Lin Qingsheng and Dao sat side by side, while Han Peng and Zhang Kai sat opposite each other.

"He only said this?"

"That's all."

"No omission?"

“No omissions.”

After asking this, Lin Qingsheng turned to look at the side of him and said, "Is this really the ancient Egyptian god of death Anubis?"

"If there is nothing wrong, it should be him." A dull voice rang out.

"What is he doing here?" Lin Qingsheng frowned.

The battle of gods on the sea has made all kingdoms now have a fearful attitude towards these gods.

When the gods really want to rule the world, then no one can remain calm.

The burly Daoyi shook his head in a heavy Taoist robe: "Just let the Nirvana just stare at this."

"I'll go find someone who can talk to him."

"National Master?" Lin Qingsheng seemed to remember something.

Daoyi didn't agree, but walked out of the pure white room.

………

The clear bells are still ringing in the ancient temple, but the people who rang the bells have disappeared in time.

The mulberry sea and mulberry fields are like this, the years are rising, the birth, old age, sickness and death, but that’s it.

The old Taoist priest Daoyi walked into the temple again, and he was once buried underground.

But at this time he did not stop and walked into the inner room in diameter.

Under the bronze bell of the ancient temple, in the inner room, a young monk was wearing black clothes and holding a rosary in his hand. He was closing his eyes and pondering deeply, and the rosary was spinning among his slender and white fingers.

His eye sockets were deep, like an inverted triangle, and his whole body had a pathological atmosphere.

The moment Dao walked into the meditation room, he slowly opened his eyes.

In the pure land of Buddhism, it seemed that murderous intent suddenly arose in an instant.

The young monk was merciful, and seemed to turn into murderous aura when he opened his eyes.

However, Daoyi was not shocked at all. He seemed to have been used to all this.

"Why are you here?" Although the young monk had a tender face, he said in an elder's tone.

"Anubis, the god of death in ancient Egypt, entered the Ming Dynasty..."

After celebrating the young monk, Daoyi told the young monk all the things he encountered in this operation, like a junior meeting with an elder.

"Do you want me to come out of the mountain?" The rosary in the young monk stopped.

"That's the point." Sao nodded.

"Then let's see what that God of Death has!"

The young monk squinted his eyes, and the murderous intent in his eyes did not hide it, but seemed to be even more condensed.

"Then I'll trouble the national master." Dao bowed and bowed.

The monk standing in front of Daoyi's body was the reincarnation of Yao Guangxiao, the prime minister in black. He was called the most bloodthirsty monk back then.

It looks like a sick tiger, with a triangle of eyes and a bloody murderous nature.
Chapter completed!